Many men wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can’t see
I’m trying to be what I’m destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon’ see
Better watch how you talk when you talk about me
Cause I’ll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Lord, I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain’t dead
I’m the diamond in the dirt that ain’t been found
I’m the underground king and I ain’t been crowned
When I rhyme something special happen every time
I’m the greatest something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles, I’ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper, nigga, go’head lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain’t over

Sunny days wouldn’t be special if it wasn’t for rain
Joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain
Death gotta be easy cause life is hard
It’ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This is for my niggas on the block twisting trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock doing life behind bars
I don’t say only God can judge me cause I see things clear
Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years
I’m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?

Every night I talk to God, but he don’t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares niggas keep pulling TECs on me
Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me
The feds didn’t know much when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
I ain’t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate, nigga? You can’t read between the lines
In the Bible it says what goes around comes around
“Hommo” shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it’s clear that I’m here for a real reason
Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain’t fucking breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Lord, I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me…

So can you rescue me
Because my ship is sinking
And I’m drowning at sea
So can you rescue me, from me
Can you rescue me?

I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it
Using my time for using, abusing my grind
This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music
Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connaisseur
At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime
I would’ve washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid
And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it
That I wasn’t protected cause peer pressure just be like (do it)
But I couldn’t fight through it, the beef started
The streets caught up, at least we didn’t get involved in deceased orders
It’s Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter
Sat it down and made peace over Porterhouse and Piesporter

Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me
Should’ve tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world against me
Soon as I pa-raded, here come the rain falling the name calling
From the cous’ I never met with his hand out like I’m straight balling
Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in
Every time I shoot a move I literally can’t call it
Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it
I just got nervous, let me drink on it
Think I just answered yes but not on purpose
I pass the church and do the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
But I’m only near it, man I need the pastor’s service
I’m drowning cause I’m so tired of treading
So Lord when you get a second please..

I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat
I’m dreaming of being murdered when I’m sleeping
Picture a person beefing, with himself
And it’s even, worse when I’m drinking
It hurts when I’m thinking, me versus my personal demons
I’m reaching for my nine
If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind?
And if I go, to the other side
Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young’un thugging son alive
Plus my daughters, them my butterflies, tell my son that I love him
Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried
To take this music to the fucking peak
But I’m still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, that’s fucking weak

Behind the tours and rap fans, hospitals and cat scans
Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man
Don’t know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat
Or how I’m starin’ at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that
I got a soul mate that’s naive, so the thought of me is prison to her
Baby momma that’s crazy and a ten year old who listen’s to her
My fam and friends think I’m the bank
And the way they keep coming back you think I’d got thanked
To you it’s a dream, to me it’s labor, these aren’t monsters, these my neighbors
And we watch each others back, I guess its favor for a favor
Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor so..

Just give me one good time
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Nobody is looking at me anyway…

If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it’s a lonely road
So I sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody’s looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody’s looking at me anyway

I know that I’m hardcore
Know how to start wars
Know how to scar yours in a fist fight
Cause toughness is our floor
Warriors that bar nor
But this one is far tore up on this night
Some people show it and then
Some people hide it
But other people they do it whenever they get excited but me
I can’t even do it when the wrongs all mine
I’m saying I’ve been trying to do it for a long long time
I get jealous when I see people do it and it’s like fluid
I’m thinking
How can they swallow that when I can’t even chew it
I guess God seen it fit to label me the consoler
Bestowed upon a broken show and forever be the shoulder
My mission is plain to see
Its freaking insanity
I’m wishing the pain in me would just leave me be why can’t it be
Simple cause on the real
This one could die
So I’m asking God
Before I go
Just give me one good cry..

Why I got to be the one to cheer up
People until they clear up
When I sneeze I tear up
And then I go look in a mirror
So I can see how it looks
When I really wanna know how it feels
When I’m hella down I try to push
No matter how hard no water spills for real
My patience is soon to go
Waiting for the balloon to blow
I’m thinking back to when I used to go to funerals
No matter how close we were
On the inside it ached while
Others be losing it
I’m just wishing I could break down
And I been to a lot of them
And there’s not a one
That went on and got it done
No moisture that even try even to come
And this ain’t no tough thing, because I’ve had enough pain
Tears should be runnin like mustangs
Man it must rain
Been trying for years
But the crying been inside
Nina been so serious there ain’t no lying in his eyes
And it makes me so furious
When I look and I’m in genocide
Please let me break down with the pain I felt when Brian Dennis died
One time..

I look at actors crying
It’s as easy as fondue
But what do you do when extreme hurt is upon you
Real life ain’t no movie homie
And this ain’t John Woo
But I almost lost it on the ending of Jon Q
And I almost lost it when Jennifer Hudson blew
But I’m still waiting for that real emotion to come thru
Then maybe I could get a cry God
Maybe one, two?
Been red for life for the first time ever me want blue
(What?)
Give me the blues
Sometimes I turn on the news and I
Look at all these feuds
Then I try to make them ooze
(Don’t cry, no teardrops from your eye
Poetry’s music oh my, almost made me tear up about thinking about my children, no lie)
Maybe I’m black hearted
You thinking damn he shady
Saying man he crazy
For the way I abandon me lady
One day she can repay me
Yes that woman can betray me
Then I’ll probably cry if not than I do it if I win me a Grammy maybe…

Here to stay
Even when I’m gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die!

I can hear the drummer drumming
And the trumpets, someone’s tryna summon someone, I know somethin’s coming
But I’m runnin’ from it to be standing at the summit
And plummet, how come it wasn’t what I thought it was
Was it, too good to be true?
Have nothin’, get it all but too much of it
Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens
Cause if not, where the hell did it go?..

Cause I got this motherfuckin’ cloud over my head
Crown around it, thorns on it
Cracks in it, bet you morons didn’t think I’d be back, did ya?
How ’bout that, I’m somehow now back to the underdog
But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is somethin’ I never bow-out at
I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it’s a love-hate
But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt
Even when you bitches are countin’ me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about
Is drivin’ around town with my fuckin’ whereabouts in a doubt
Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I’m not a quitter
Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up
Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept goin’
I’m tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
Cause you’re moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?
Cause someone told me that

Kings never die

Don’t give me that sob story liar, don’t preach to the choir
You ain’t never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep
Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer
Wouldn’t even take shit into consideration
Obliterate anyone in the way
I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me
But it’d actually have to be a fuckin’ blow-out to get me to re-tire
Tell these new artists that kings never die
I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a Twitter page
Did it just say I’ve been upstaged?
Why am I online? It’s driving me crazy
I’m ridin’ shotgun tryna get a gauge
On what’s hot, but I’m not one to conform
But as days pass in this shit
And opinions sway, I can hear ’em say..

Comeback as if I went away
But detractors just say so much for the Renegade
Someone’s gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I’m in a cage
They so want a champion to fall
It’s no wonder why I laugh at ’em, cause why can’t we win ’em all?
So fuck what these cynics say
(It) just goes ta show that when my back’s against the wall
And I’m under a tack again, that I’ll act as if I’m ‘posed ta
With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office
On the floor stacked against the door
Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin’ back again?
Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
And trophies just don’t mean jack anymore
If I’m here today and gone tomorrow
And I’m not gonna be

I want it, I’m comin’ to get it
So you son of a bitches don’t duck you’re gonna get Riddick Bowe’d
Critics’ll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you’re gonna get is smoked
And I ain’t stopping ’til I’m on top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I’ve been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone
And when it’s my time to go, I’m still not leaving
Stop for no one, I don’t know but I’ve been told an obstacle that
Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, cause

They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay
They just grow wings and they fly
So, hands up, reach for the sky
Try to hold on and prolong these moments
Cause in a blink of an eye
They’ll be over

Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur
And ensure nobody’s ever gonna be what you were
So before you’re leavin’ this Earth
You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk
Deacon of words, syllable genius at work
Plus I’m thinkin’ that they’re mistakin’ my kindness for weakness, kill ’em with meanness
I went from powdered milk and Farina
To flippin’ burgers on the grill for some peanuts
At Gilbert’s to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers
I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky’s still what the theme is
Khalil on the beat cause makin’ the beat ain’t the same feelin’ to me as killin’ the beat is
Or fulfillin’ to me is what fillin’ a seat is
It’s that “Sound Bombing” Thirstin’ Howl
Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz
Stomach growl, throbbin’ hunger, out-rhymin’ everyone
God just give me one shot, I swear that I won’t let you down
I’mma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground
You ain’t never ever gonna hear ’em say I ain’t…

Take your time, when talkin’ to a nigga I don’t waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin’ cases from these niggas who ain’t face none
But I’ma be the nigga that they feelin’ when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin’ face
What’s fate when a person don’t deserve what he get?
Shootin’ reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain’t embarrassed where I’m livin’, we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin’ thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he’ll be missin’ for years
And them funerals was usual, ain’t sheddin’ no tears
Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did
Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven’s gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley’s
That’s a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can’t deal I’m in the corner with my head low
Runnin’ from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that’s within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin’ out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I’m gone, sorry I don’t even know

And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain…

This is one’s for all my brothers and sisters who died in Iraq, Israel, Afghanistan and right here in America..

Abraham Taught
Muhammad Taught
And Moses split the sea
I ain’t tryin’ to profit off the prophets so this one’s for free

G’s up along with Muhammad and Jesus
In the Quran they call him Isa
Don’t think Osama and Saddam is our leader
We pray for peace, but the drama intrigues us
All, so we fall for the illusions of the beast
So instead of tryin’ to teach we show our teeth
Same God, different beliefs
Hijabs, Sunday clothes, yarmulke, kufi, same mission beneath
We all tryin’ to get to where the sufferin’ ends
In front of the Most High bein’ judged for our sins
Can’t front for the Most High, so the struggle
Continues
You, every bee, bird and tree, he, her and me
We virtually on the same boat
With the same goats, on the same sea
Tryin’ to stay afloat, and put the devil in the yolk
With a couple of God’s quotes

Ash-had an la ilaha illa llah

And to the sisters and the mothers of ours
Who cover theyselves cause they’re lovers of God
The Creator of the worlds, Sculptor of the stars
During Hajj we walk, through Ramadaan we starve
Though you not eatin’, there’s a feedin of the mind
A defeatin’ of the demons, a seein’ of the signs
A leanin’ on the lines from the surahs
Getting purer, God deemed it unclean
(There’s no eatin’ of the swine)
Nor drinkin’ of the wine
We all bend to his whims, so I send out a message to my kind
I’m Cordial to Mr Norfull, Mrs. Adam you’re the theme song when I’m battling
Creb flow, player whats happenin
I can hear the truth in your rappins’
(No)
Sex before you marry
No grudges
You should be carry no lyin’
Not supposed to be gamblin’

(I know it sounds familiar)
We all the same man
It’s all a game
The devil hate each and every one of us exactly the same
(I wanna walk like Jesus, talk like Jesus sall Allāhu ʿalay-hi wa-sallam)

You know
And to my Akh’s tryin to stay on their deen
It gets mean especially when you stay on the scene
And at the same try to stay out of trouble
But don’t forget the blessin’ is in the struggle
The Most Forgiving will forgive it if you stay repentant
And hustle
You gotta stay on your salats, your zakats, your Quran
To my homies and miskeen
Astagfirullah
Allah forgive us all
For we all are sinners
Bless us to be among the winners
When it ends
But until then please strengthen the mission within our hearts
All praise is due to God
Amin!
Tellin’ it how it was taught me
I ain’t tryin’ to sell it can be brought for free
This is how it is
Now how it ought to be
Muhammad talk to me
Jesus walk with me
I hope…

Do just what I tell you
Don’t come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
‘Cause I don’t know how long I can hold my heart in two..

A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André
Beef is on my entree, gin and juice, that’s Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a Sunday, business on a Monday
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway
Come be my fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days
Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed
Top off like toupees, drop off, touche
Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I’m a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I’m a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell ’em holla at a nigga, G
Riding on my enemies, this my ghetto symphony.

Whipping Whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches lickin’ and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle, she know it’s dismissal
Spread the news I’m official, now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive forget it, war ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
Till my cardiac’s arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still tourin’
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in its purest form
Don’t complain I came to reign from here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports.

Since Rocky spit like André, I’m gon’ kill ’em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée, eat ’em like cookies, Chips Ahoy
Mm, enjoy, when I get annoyed, know a couple niggas that’ll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid, body get found by a lil’ fishin’ boy
Arnold Schwarzenigga, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Slow punch make a nigga chin collide
That’s for talking how fast you could grip a nine
Damn, look how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherfuckers that commit the crime
These niggas got the sidewalk sipping wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq so I soak in lift and shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil for these freakin’ lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin’ lies
How many times in your eyes has a nigga died? Never!
Spittin’ it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, nigga.